Chapter 24 #2
“Even when I was being contrary and walking into lakes?” she tried to tease, but her voice was husky with need.
Marco surprised her when he closed his eyes and laughed.
She felt an overwhelming urge to capture the sound and keep it close to her heart.
His laugh had been the first thing she loved about him, she realized, how it transformed his features like a spell, set her at ease, and made her feel seen, making her fall impossibly deeper in love with him.
“Especially then,” he smiled, opening his eyes and letting her see all the tenderness in their depths.
He crawled onto the bed then and settled his body between her parted thighs. His manhood brushed against her sex, and she hissed in pleasure. He thrust against her, allowing his shaft to grind against her folds, coating himself in her wetness. He cursed, and she grabbed his shoulders.
"Tell me if it hurts, my love. I will do my best to spare you pain," he vowed fervently, and Alice knew he would.
"I know," she said, pulling him closer to her.
Marco reached down and guided himself to her. He used the silky-smooth tip to swirl around her entrance. She purred, and he grinned as he repeated the motion several times. Alice felt embarrassingly close to reaching her peak again when he began to push inside her.
“Marco,” she whispered.
He groaned long and low, his arms tensing as he inserted just the tip of his member, then buried his face in her neck and stilled.
She then realized what it took for him to go slowly and knew that was an act of love.
She massaged his tense shoulders and then ran her hands down his back to his firm buttocks.
She pressed gently, urging him to sink deeper inside her.
Marco growled and hesitated for only a second before lifting his head and surging forward, fully seating himself inside her and stilling again.
Alice cried out at the sharp bite of pain, but it subsided quickly, leaving a strange sense of tight fullness as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.
He kissed her entire face as she adjusted.
Her temples, her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips.
After a moment, Alice tangled her hands in his hair and tilted her hips.
“Oh!” She gasped at the shock of pleasure the movement caused, and Marco growled against her mouth, sending delicious shocks of pleasure through her.
“Alice,” he bit out when she did it again. He was afraid to move. Worried that he would become so overcome with passion, he would hurt her. He would never forgive himself if he did that. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he ground his teeth to keep from savagely pounding into her.
"Marco, please," she begged. "I am yours, so take me."
Marco could hold back no longer. He withdrew himself to the tip, then pushed himself back inside. She rocked her hips against him, matching his thrust. “Christ,” Marco said, then let forth a series of Italian curses but started moving.
Each time he retreated from her body, Alice's aching need was set ablaze, and every time he thrust himself to the hilt, she felt the sweet rush of pleasure reaching new heights. She moaned with each powerful stroke throwing her head back and arching her spine.
“Mine,” he grunted as he ground himself against her. Tears prickled at her eyes with the love she heard in that one word. "You are mine, Alice. Only mine." She could only gasp out a breathy yes as he withdrew and slammed into her again and again.
He angled Alice's body, so her hips were tilted against his.
Her trembling legs wrapped around his waist as he brought the pad of his thumb onto her core.
He circled her pearl with his thumb and thrust his shaft into her body.
She cried out as the combination of the new angle and his hand on her created more intense sensations.
"You have never been more beautiful than you are right now, taking me inside you," he said, staring into her eyes for a moment before shifting them to where their bodies joined. She followed his gaze and watched his manhood disappear inside her, and her thighs squeezed him tighter.
"Oh god, Marco, yes!" she cried out when she felt her climax building again.
He growled and gripped her hips even tighter, tossing his head back to reveal the sinuous tension in his neck, the tempo between them increasing.
Even though Alice had seen Marco reach his peak once before, this felt entirely different.
To have him inside of her, to feel the trembling heat, was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
The explosion of her climax hit her like a cannon shot.
She screamed his name and shook with her release.
Marco bore her body into the mattress as he thrust harder into her, prolonging her orgasm.
His movements turned erratic as he pumped harder until he finally roared and spilled the hot ribbons of his seed inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight almost too much to bear as they both sucked in heaving breaths.
"God, I love you," he said ardently as their heartbeats began to slow, and he drew up onto his forearms.
"I love you," Alice whispered back once she could breathe.
“I am quite glad indeed,” Marco chuckled breathily.
Carefully, he withdrew himself, kissing her brow.
He moved onto his back and took her with him.
She was in his arms, with her head on his shoulder and one leg over his thighs.
Alice rested her palm over his heart and felt the strong, steady pace as it beat for her.
“So tell me truthfully, husband,” she placed her chin on the hand she rested on his chest, allowing herself to survey his beautiful face. “In this context, might we call this an act of love?”
His relaxed features shifted, revealing the rich tapestry of feeling woven just beneath the surface. Alice's heart skipped at the sight of his love for her. She wanted to laugh and cry when she thought of building a family with this man.
“In this context, it is an act of devotion, worship, a sacrament of the heart,” he whispered. “But yes, beloved, we call it an act of love.”
Alice’s heart was full of joy, and she wordlessly offered her mouth for a kiss.
“Are you ready for the rest of our lives to begin, husband?” she asked softly after she drew back.
“It can’t begin soon enough, wife,” he smiled. “Although it might be too late, are you sure you want us to have children?"
Alice examined her feelings, and the truth echoed through her heart.
“Let’s try one and see how it goes,” Alice said. Marco snorted with laughter and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.
“You’re sure?”
“I am sure you shall be a wonderful father,” she whispered. “And I am sure I love you. That is really all the assurance I need.”
He grinned wolfishly as he rolled over her, his manhood already swelling again with desire. "Then why don't we start trying right now."